HIS...

Just when you think that things are about to flow smoothly, almost everything falls apart. Everything was taken care of. There was absolutely nothing to worry about. But suddenly, your predicaments and expectations are burnt away like chaff, little particles that are blown by the wind. The worst part about it is, you watch as it happens, because there is nothing you can do to make things better. You can't reach out and recollect what you're losing.
So sure of yourself, when you look back at it, you can admit that a little bit of pride found itself in your head. Just when you're gloating in victory, when you pop your collar, telling yourself, "Wow! I managed, I made it!" The thought of where you came from, or who took you from that place, or how you came from that place is not even in your head. You're caught up in the moment, full of yourself.
Then that's when the cookie crumbles. Everything, EVERYTHING reduced to rubbles. Your time, your emotion, your prayers, your trust, your belief, all seem like fruitless efforts. Just like walking on water, then suddenly, you start to sink.
So, when your plans are thwarted, and you're standing alone in the dark, with your head weighing a tonne, because you're feeling so foolish; at that moment, a big force, like hurricane, sweeping along anything in it's way, hits you HARD. The force throws you from where you're standing, before you can even hold yourself to something. You have no control whatsoever. This ruthless force throws you violently, to wherever it wishes. This force...
Picture a lioness, in the jungle, that's caught sight of a defenseless baby gazelle. The predator crouches with surety. It has its eyes fixed on its interest. The tall, brown savannah grass adds to its advantage. She moves slowly towards the baby gazelle that wondered off from the rest of the herd. The gazelle is completely unaware of the preditor's presence, and goes about its business, grazing peacefully. "Mmh... tasty grass... Life is so good. I mean, what could go wrong?" Just then, a single pounce! Another loss to the herd. The lioness, with her teeth sunk deep into baby gazelle's neck, carries away her day's trophie.
Okay, now take the above example, and call the lioness -- Fear. Fear just GRIPS you and digs its claws deep into your flesh. A strong force that hits the wind out of you, and you're left breathless.
Then you realize, 'Wow, I've got nothing by myself. I'm weak without my source of strength.'
Then, with your weak legs no longer able to hold you, you fall on your knees, in tears, hoping that this time, He'll help you out of this fear. Your eyes are not even on His hand, but on His face. You just want to love Him, not for what He has to offer, but for who He is. You're so sorry you forgot whose you were... His.